It was 6a and mostly dark when Tom pulled up to meet me. I'd slept the night
at the "Y" east of Hesperia where we had planned to meet in the morning. We left
my van at the crossroad, I tossed a pack into to the back of the Element, and
off we drove. Today's objectives were half a dozen easy HPS peaks, making it
more
of a driving challenge than anything we would do on foot. Three of the peaks
were on the desert-like northwest side of the San Bernardinos in the Grapvine
Canyon Recreation Lands. The area is criss-crossed with dirt roads, primarily
used by the OHV crowd. There were pockets of small communities tucked in here
and there along with several ranches with cattle
doing their best to graze the
thin desert offerings.

We drove south on Coxey Rd until we reached a saddle east of Rattlesnake Mtn.
The peak was not visible from where we parked because it had almost no stature
and couldn't reach above the low foreground hills immediately
before us. A very
weak peak, indeed. It took all of 15 minutes to reach the summit, just as the
sun was cresting the higher skyline to the southeast. Not finding a register
among the several possibilities for the
highest rock, we clambored over several
of them before beating a retreat back to the car.

Luna Mtn was only a few miles to the west, and rather than follow the HPS
directions for 45 minutes to utilize the safer roads, we took a more direct
4WD road that branched a short distance from our parking spot along Coxey Rd.
This side road was indeed rough in places, but Tom and the Element
braved it
nicely. Only fifteen minutes to the
TH for Luna. We followed a road, closed to
vehicle traffic, up and over several bumps on the southeast side of Luna Mtn. A
mile and 20 minutes later we were atop the summit.
Along with a benchmark and
a register scrap dating to 1974 (a book dated to 1988),
there was a geocache
about 50yds north of the summit. There was also a view of Rattlesnake off to
the east
with a profile that almost looked mountain-like. A good deal of snow
could be seen on Crafts and Butler in the middle of the range to the southeast
as well as on the higher peaks of the San Gabriels far to the west.

Another short drive and by 9a we were at the trailhead
for Round Mtn, 20 more minutes to reach the summit
from the north side. It was beginning to look as
rediculous as we had been expecting. That these three peaks were on the HPS
list was ample testimony to the non-discriminatory manner in which peaks make
the cut. "Are you over 5,000ft? Good, you're in." The most interesting thing
about the summit was the register dating
to 1972, one of the older HPS ones to
be found. I photographed all the pages in this first of two books residing in
the red cans. The north slope
was a rather sandy affair which I expected would
take but a few moments to descend. We ran off down the slopes, making it back
to the car in something like six or seven minutes.

We were out of HPS peaks in the area, but as a bonus we drove west a few more
miles to a very small range called the Ord Mtns (not the larger Ord Mtns
further north towards Barstow) to climb the range highpoint. Thanks to Evan
Rasmussen for bringing this one to our attention. Along the way we passed a
pile of debris
with a sign humorously displaying, "Valet Parking Only", atop it.
Embarassingly short as the three previous peaks had been, this one was even
shorter as we managed to drive to within a quarter mile.
As now was not the time
to shirk from our quest, we steeled ourselves for the climb without bothering to
take pack or water. In all of seven minutes we were at
the summit. The register
consisted of an envelope with names scribbled on bothsides. Half a dozen folks
had bothered to sign in since Evan's visit almost two years earlier. The
view west was nice,
overlooking Hesperia and the Mojave Desert Basin some 2,000ft
below to the west. It was not clear at all why this small group of hills were
given the distinction of their own range name (since it's just a small
extension of the San Bernardinos), but such is the subjective nature of the
mapmakers.

We drove back out to the pavement where we picked up the van and then drove
both vehicles south towards Silverwood Lake. Well before reaching the lake,
at the junction with SR173, we turned east and headed up the narrow, winding
road. This was perhaps the most interesting part of the day. The "highway"
climbs the southern wall of the canyon formed by Deep Creek with about seven
miles of unpaved roadway. It took all of my feeble driving skills to manuever
the van over and through ruts, around small landslides, and required perhaps
half a dozen stops to get out and toss large rocks out of the way. It is an
impressive roadway cut into the steep, barren hillside. Another low-clearance
vehicle was stopped facing downhill where the worst of the difficulties ended
in the uphill direction. The occupants had gotten out to survey the road and
watched us make our way slowly up the twists and turns for the five minutes or
more. They had been following a roadmap and were surprised, perhaps shocked
to find the pavement end and the road deteriorate on what the road atlas labels
a California Highway. I'd have been shocked too, if I hadn't found out about
the dirt road ahead of time. They had been ready to turn around until they saw
the van lumbering up. I assured them they had better clearance than my van and
that the road was better than it looked. That made them happy as they got in
their car to give it a go. I hope they got down ok.

Tom and I continued up a few more miles to the Pinnacles TH immediately
adjacent to a shooting range. The problem here we found is that there is no
parking anywhere near the TH sign.
We drove a quarter mile up the road before
we found something suitable, though hardly a real parking area. From there
we hiked back down the road and then onto the Pinnacles Trail.
Along with the
HPS peak at the highpoint, this is a semi-popular rock-climbing venue with a
variety of small
climbing opportunities on decent granite, with anywhere from
one to two miles of approach.
The two miles and 1,000ft of gain took us just
under 45 minutes, the toughest peak on the day's weak agenda. Though there are
a number of forks and side trails (climber trails, no doubt), the main trail is
decently marked with plain steel poles
driven into the ground with simple
arrows pointing out the way to the summit. Fortunately or otherwise, the
highpoint is not one of the more
interesting pinnacles scattered about the area,
but a somewhat unassuming pile of rock
hiding a short distance behind the rock-climbing ones
in the foreground. No register was found at the summit
which afforded the best views to the west
of Silverwood Lake and the San Gabriels behind it. To the east
could be seen the high peaks around San
Gorgonio and the next, not-so-exciting Marie Louise to the south.

We returned via the same route, meeting another party
on their way up as we were
heading down, the only others we would see hiking during the day.
Occasional shots could heard in the distance at the firing
range, but even that seemed relatively quiet on a Friday afternoon. Once back
at the car it took only 20 minutes to reach the TH
for Marie Louise, though that
could have been cut in half if we hadn't had some confusion as to where the
correct side road was located off the highway. Marie Louise
was another short
hike, taking less than 30 minutes to reach the summit, but it was perhaps the
most interesting of the day. Much of the hike was up a not-entirely-dry
creekbed
loaded with boulders that made for interesting scrambling. The route
was heavily ducked, flagged
in places (I removed the pink flags where I found
them), and not difficult at all to find one's way along. The summit consisted
of a collection of large boulders, several points vying to be the highest, none
of them harder than class 3. The HPS register at the base of the lower point
dated to 1983.

It was nearing 3p by the time we had returned to the car, leaving us but a few
hours of daylight remaining. On our way towards Big Bear we stopped at two
delisted HPS peaks, neither of any difficulty. Strawberry Peak was in fact an
easy drive-up, though we found the lookout tower
closed despite the sign saying
it was open daily until 5p. There was a collection
of communication towers about
the fenced-in tower, giving a decidedly overdeveloped look to the place (and
in fact why the peaks were delisted). Further east along SR138 we
pulled over
on the side of the road for a short ten minute hike up to Heaps Peak. There is
a dirt access road that we missed further east which may have been usable to
avoid even this short walk. The area had been
burned over rather completely in
the fire from 2007, and in dozens of places we found
seedlings had been planted
after clearing the ground cover in circular patterns. There was a thin layer of
snow at the 6,400-foot summit,
the highest we had been that day. Another gaggle
of antennae
crowned the summit. We walked around the fences looking for the
highpoint before Tom noted the rise about 200yds to the east was higher. [
the map shows the west summit as labeled with the peak name, but clearly the
east summit is higher] We walked over to the
east summit and stomped around
in the snow and brush looking for a register, but found nothing save the square
shape of an old concrete platform. By 4:15p we had
retreated to the car and
called it a day, albeit a farcical one.

We drove further east to Lake View Point where we spent the night in our
vehicles parked alongside the road. Though we were now in position for our
venture to Crafts and Butler the following day, the decision to spend the night
there (my idea) was not the brightest. There was holiday traffic coming and
going to Big Bear throughout the night. At one point I woke up to see a highway
patrol car pulled up alongside Tom's car just in front of mine. He appeared to
be making sure we weren't having car trouble and didn't bother us once he
saw there was no one in the front seats. I woke up probably a dozen times aside
from that one for various reasons having to do with the traffic buzzing by us.
Tom reported sleeping fitfully as well the next morning. Somehow that seemed
like Karma paying us back for not really putting in a good effort during the
day and deserving of a good night's rest...